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Harth massages his temples.

It's more for dramatic effect than anything else, but the minions need everything blatant. The few in front of him shuffle back nervously - more nervously than they have been for a while. After Icarus' death, Harth had more of less ignored them, short of a few clipped instructions, mostly involving the Slayer. But a few weeks ago he'd suddenly got... organised.

If organised here means controlling, short tempered, and vicious when displeased. Those few who'd thought the diminutive vampire with the face of a kid would be easy to take on hadn't continued to think for long.

Well, 'cept for Hadran. Sometimes they still hear him screaming.

A thin white finger points thoughtfully at a particularly unlucky minion.

"Right. You two? Kill him, he's a moron."

The boy continues thoughtfully over the instant scuffle. "Not that y'aren't, both of you, but that time was really his fault. See? I can be fair."

Dust billows, and attention is returned to him. "So, y'failed to grab her before she handed the statue over. Dumb, but not unfixable. You'll pay attention next time?"

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. Now rut off, if y'would. Little Katya's gonna be freaked enough with just me."

And Harth grins. Since that's fine with him.

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"It's just..."

Katya hesitates, and glances over her shoulder.

"We have to run. We're only safe inside."

Harth glances back over his shoulder, too, biting his lip as he scrambles over the ledge - and wincing as the edge of one stone crumbles under his shoe.

"...Ruttin'... W-which way?"

The stone fragments clatter their way down.

Katya starts at the noise, but forces a reassuring smile, before gesturing him towards the nearest flyway.

"Com'on. You know Versi?"

He shifts in that direction, peering beyond the dusky light through his glasses.

"Lil' bit, yeah. Think we can get there?"

From below, just within hearing, a snarl.

They have to try.

"If we catch a ride, and if we

run

,"

But she hesitates just to make sure he can catch up, despite the obvious fear from the snarl.

Harth's quick, and pretty nimble, but he still lags inexplicably behind her despite the frightened look on his face as they run across rooftops and over walls.

"I- I think- they're followin' us," he gasps between ragged breaths.

Katya squeaks in terror, and continually checks behind her for him and for the lurks, until her side is splitting and she can hardly see for effort and terror.

Then she just puts her head down and races, forgetting the boy.

Harth inhales her fear with every panting, unnecessary breath as he runs easily along, letting himself lag, but never lose Katya.

Killing in Haddyn tends t'be quick, all about the kill, skip to the end. But Harth remembers the games, the chase of older days, when there was space. The love of uncertainty that colors every fight with Mel, there's a little bit here, in the long hunt. Most humans rely so much on machines now, so few run like this, it's a rare joy even when the object of the game is something else.

One fist shatters a crumbling wall corner, scars the old brick as he runs on by and begins to climb after the terrified grabber-girl.

Stupid, most lurks. Need a sign to follow a chase this simple.

This way...